i was sittin in my room havin a cofee and a cigar while reading some horror stories. I decided to share em with you, some of them are true some are not, and some we will never know.

So here it goes, the first of many.....hope you like it. if you know some good storie, feel free to share it here 

Enjoy!

<p>When I was about 15 years, I was hooked on the ouija board. A friend bought it and that's how we started. We play it every day till we got fully engaged with it. I do not remember neither the first nor the second nor the third time (etc) that we did. But I remember well that it looked like a vice. 

Every day we spent six to seven hours with the table, invoking spirits and others. I took it as a game and it seemed fun and harmless. But one day it began to be monotonous .... always the same, greet the Ente, ask the same things we always asked and goodbye. So we decided to invoke Satan, something very strong that, now that I remember in the distance, I know that was a great folly that I'll should never have done

The storygoes like this. We went to my friends place, the owner of the table. We prepared everything right: lights out, candles, black and white, wide and clean room, etc.. And we began ... At first nothing happened, in fact it took more than other spirits and it even started to get boring. Suddenly a funny smell filled the house (I can not describe that smell) and a chilly breeze startet to run (it was a hot summer day and we were 45C). The pointer began to move. It started to gather the letters, one by one, till they formed the word S-A-T-A-N and Y-OU W-I-L-L N-O-T  C-O-M-E O-U-T O-F H-E-R-E A-L-I-VE. I really freaked out after reading this. It opened my eyes and I realized what was happening: I was stuck in that house and we couldnt leave without logging off ... I realized how dangerous it was. 

After several minutes of being threatened and attacked with sounds, doors opening and closing by itselfs, same thing happened with shutters, the mirrors were drenched in steam and the candles went out. I remember one of  my friends had a necklace and it began to twist it till she was nearly suffocated. We wanted to close that session and go out of that house as fast as we could but it would not let us, telling us that itll haunt us all for the rest of our lives.

We spent almost three hours struggling to leave us alone and get out, till everything ended and it took off. The 4 of us started to have a panic attack.

Since that day I couldnt sleep for about 5 or 6 years. Every day I heard whispers, footsteps walking behind me and around my house, sometimes i felt someone was tapping me in the shoulder. I dont know if all those things were just in my mind, something that was provoked by fear...the only thing i know its that i was terrified. 

And today, after about 8 or 9 years, I've heard those footsteps, those whispers calling my name, those taps on the shoulder ... and it really frightens me. 

Im not that afraid anymore, i had to learn to live with it....I tryed everything to make it go away but it just wont leave me alone.</p>